We were young and still learning to telecommunicate
You were a blithering simpleton
And I was the last true prank caller
We tied up the line with death threats
Every day that summer
Waiting for our brains to prune
I threw myself down the stairs for you
And we were happy
Because I'd cured myself
Of the nightmare
Of waiting
I poked holes in all your family photographs
And drank until it drowned the cat
I drove your car up the chimney
And tagged the scene
F*ck pigs
No sympathy
And no one even mentioned it
And so I learned to leave things unresolved
I practiced kissing you
On my mirror
But I fell in love
With my complexion
So I shattered the glass
Like a shell
So I devoured the meat
From my reflection
It was a lesson
I'll never forget
Diskinter
Back on it
With my so called pigf*cking existence
Die a little kinder